DIVORCE

“Stop LOOKING at me!” They were all staring. Expectantly. Every. Last. One of them. My heart was pounding and trying to escape through my head and the only thing I could hear was a high pitched frequency. My dad had his hand on my elbow, encouraging me to take another...

“Are you guys getting a divorce?” My nine-year-old was eavesdropping on a terrible argument through the insulation of running water and a closed bathroom door. Valid question, as I had isolated her from the procrastinating eruption of our marriage since the day she...